The Pronunciation of English: Reduced to Rules by Means of a System of Marks Applied to the Ordinary SpellingClarendon Press, 1917 - 51 pages |
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The Pronunciation of English: Reduced to Rules by Means of a System of Marks ... W. A. Craigie Aucun aperçu disponible - 2018 |
The Pronunciation of English: Reduced to Rules by Means of a System of Marks ... W. A. Craigie Aucun aperçu disponible - 2016 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
adze agai'n âll alo'ne aunt battle rages loud bêar befo're besi'de Britannia búsh căbin çent chänge còme consonants coúld Crete current spelling deep Distinguish the vowels divi'ne dố dòne Dotted English Examples fâll fînd following pairs fúll ģill glòve gorse grêat häste heir hymn intó irregular words kînd lengthening lessons long vowels mîght minutes minits ng+g ordinary spelling òther OXFORD OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY pairs of words phiz phlox phonetic phonetic transcription pond pool pōst pronounced alike pronunciation púdding púll pupil pút raçes rose RULE rush Rúth short vowels silent single consonant sòme sounds stormy winds dó stränge stress syllable talc taught thee thêre thou thyme trees tyrant unless marked Unmarked vowels věry vowels and diphthongs vowels is marked vowels or diphthongs wàs wâter wère whêre winds dó blōw wólf wòn
Fréquemment cités
Page 50 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast, And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
Page 45 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 50 - But hark the music, mariners ! The wind is piping loud ; The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free — While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea.
Page 50 - I heard a fair one cry ; But give to me the snoring breeze, And white waves heaving high ; And white waves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free — The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.